Best Harrowing Poems
The Harrowing Worldthe darkest hour in the pale bubble of the moon
cool midnight, lonely solvent for tomorrow
raking stars like marbled glitter
shade and shadow merge as one
all asleep, earth and hearth
my heart beats deep in mantle's drum
nightbirds chased by whispered death
silent...
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Categories:
harrowing, car, culture, growing up,
Form:
Classicism
The Harrowing BallotThey built an abattoir for man
In the heart of the land ...
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Categories:
harrowing, angst,
Form:
Verse
I That Expose Heaving Breast To Harrowing NightI That Expose Heaving Breast To Harrowing Night
(BORN FROM NIGHT BATTLES IN YOUTH FIERCELY FOUGHT)
I that expose heaving breast to harrowing night
Daring to curse fate, defying its awesome might
Live in this world as an old and cold lonesome stone
After midnight face those horrendous beastly...
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Categories:
harrowing, conflict, faith, fate, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Harrowing GoodbyeSighs and tears escaped
From an enamored couple
When both realized
Love had withered forever
Lacking of fertilizers
6-10-2016...
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Categories:
harrowing, lost love,
Form:
Tanka
Harrowing Experience Was To MeHarrowing Experience Was To Me
Had thought for a while;
Harrowing experience,
Really was to me.
About politics;
All of the idiots there;
None a friend of mine.
Jim Horn...
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Categories:
harrowing, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Harrowing FigI hold on the fig upon the tree, it cannot fall too far from it
if I were to pull upon it, surely it will not stay in tranquility,
as I hold it in my bear hands, I know it feels what I feel
I have experienced happiness...
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Categories:
harrowing, 10th grade, anxiety, black
Form:
Bio
A harrowing drive on the Schuylkill ExpresswayA harrowing drive on the Schuylkill Expressway
(route 76) both heading into
(and a small number of hours later
exiting) center city Philadelphia
to Schwenksville on May 19th, 2024.
Yours truly (a doodling Yankee), and the missus
went to town, NOT riding on a pony,
NOR did I stick a feather in...
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Categories:
harrowing, adventure, america, angel, anger,
Form:
Free verse
A Harrowing GriefHills speak of a weathering,
each lays bare
an allegory of bereavement.
Grief has its own inward milling.
What once was the high pulse
of rapture
is now the nag of a heartbeat
sheathed
like a stone in a shoe.
When you try to name the hurt,
objectify its presence,
it turns into...
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Categories:
harrowing, poetry,
Form:
Free verse